Eternal Burning

The other end of him was silent, not responding, not moving.

If I hadn't seen him sitting up straight out of the corner of my eye, I would have wondered if he fell asleep instantly.

After a long time, he spit out three words: I don't believe it.

I moved my hand and looked at him coldly: Love letter or not...

Unless you dance with me too. He finished speaking very quickly, stood up staggeringly from the ground, and reached out to me, I want to dance with you.

The paranoia of the drunk is confusing.

I looked at him, but didn't answer immediately: Then after the dance, will you be obedient?

He smiled, suddenly too good to behave: good.

Holding his hand and using strength to stand up, the night sky outside the house was suddenly lit by huge fireworks.

The fireworks with gorgeous colors and different shapes are like some kind of plants that are born for the night. With an instant bloom, they can exchange for the rare warmth and vitality of the quiet and peaceful night.

Shang Muxiao and I embraced each other, and with the sound of a drumbeat, we gently swayed our bodies in the dark room.

Shang Muxiao hugged me too tightly, this was not a dance move at all, it was even worse than the dance with Fang Qinian. And my exoskeleton is about to run out of power, I really shouldn't be dancing so leisurely...

However, the kiss with alcohol, the fireworks outside the house, the distant voices, only each other's dark room... Dancing with me was the only motivation for me to try to stand up. In this situation, how can I not continue this dance longer?

I know, I know, what to do and what not to do. But if everything goes as expected, people won't always take everything as the greatest blessing.

Rational chatter and clamor.

But just like the voices in the distance, they all became the background sound of the dance between me and Shang Muxiao.

I don't know how long it took, the fireworks were finished, the night sky was quiet again, and there was only a faint smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, and I also stopped.

Okay? I patted Shang Muxiao's broad shoulders and motioned him to let go.

He pretended to be dead for a while, until I called him in an aggravated tone with my first and last name, and he was reluctant to straighten up and take his arms away from me.

I'm done, can I go? I looked at the time, don't hurry, I'll have to run out of electricity halfway through.

Um. After dancing, he is in a much better mood. Let's go back together.

He lives in the building opposite me, so it's okay to go back together, just...

Do you have to walk like this? As I walked out of the exhibition room, I couldn't help but look back and ask.

Shang Muxiao walked behind me, pinched a corner of my hem with his fingers, and looked at me innocently when he heard this, he looked more like a preschooler than Yang Youling.

He didn't speak, lowered his eyes, squeezed my clothes tighter, and told me with practical actions—yes, he had to go like this.

I had no choice but to speed up my steps and go downstairs, quietly walking out through the back door of the bungalow.

The back door has a winding path leading directly to the parking lot, with dense greenery on both sides. There is a hundred-year-old banyan tree, which covers the sky and the sun. It has experienced wars and generations of house owners. It is still full of vitality and lush foliage.

When they got closer, they saw a man and a woman under the banyan tree, kissing inseparably. One of the woman's legs hooked the man's thigh, and was pressed against the tree by the man. The man held her leg, and his palm almost reached the bottom of the skirt.

The man is tall and covers the woman quite tightly, but a little bit of clothing style that is exposed sporadically makes me feel very familiar.

Fang Qinian seems to be wearing this color today, it's quite bright...

What are you staring at them for? Shang Muxiao suddenly came up behind him and whispered in my ear.

I came back to my senses and saw that his brows and eyes sank again. I was afraid that the two people who were suspected of being Shang Lu and Fang Qinian would be disturbed, so I hurriedly took his hand and left. When he was in the parking lot and completely away from the deadly banyan tree, he released him again.

Let Shang Muxiao get in the car, he will get in the car obediently, and tell him not to move, he does the same.

Forty minutes on the return trip, he was looking at me for at least half of the time. Later, maybe he couldn't hold it anymore, so he fell asleep on the back of the chair.

When I drove the car into the community, I saw that his breathing was slow and he had no intention of waking up at all, so he simply turned off the fire, lowered the window, and waited silently.

There are no people in the garage, and occasionally a car passes by, and the sound of pressing the speed bump will be particularly loud.

I was about to close the window when Shang Muxiao moved and woke up beside me.

Reached? He held his forehead, his voice full of tiredness.

Raising the window, I opened the door and said: Well, get out of the car.

The interrupted sleep made Shang Muxiao's face look very bad. The wine was flowing in his body, sublimating, and driving his emotions all night. Now that it finally subsided, he couldn't wait to find a place to lie down.

I don't know if tomorrow, when he wakes up and thinks about what happened tonight, he will want to kill me.

It's a pity that the scene where he was crying was not filmed...

Going to the elevator, I

In front, he is behind, this time he did not hold my clothes.

We should have separated at the elevator entrance. He went to his house and I went to mine.